This weekend we lit the pilot light on the fireplace. So as soon as Nate saw this, he was obsessed with us starting a fire. Finally we relented and started it up, after a firm discussion with Nile about how fires are hot.
Nate sits in the middle of the floor staring at the fire for a minute or so, then turns to me and says "Mommy, this fire hits the spot!" Apparently, this is all he needs to be happy.
Nile, on the other hand, stands a few feet in front of the fireplace trying to "blow it." To him, it's just one big candle.
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